Drive-in. [powered_otaku]

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    It was a nice, warm summer night, the sun had gone down and it had cooled down to the point where you could sit outside and not sweat.  The drive in, was two screens, a parking lot, and hills that surrounded the parking lot and gave a perfect view of the cars and the screen.  Salome had walked from her house, and bought two tickets before climbing up on one of the hills and spread the blanket her grandmother had given her.

A grandmother, yeah that was still weird.

Sitting down on the blanket, she put the basket down next to her and took out a bottle of water.  Once she took a long drink, she text messaged Hiro to know that she was there.  Hopefully he would be able to spot her.

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Her eyes fly open when she feels him, and for a second she stops moving. All she can hear is her heart and blood pounding in her ears. All she can feel his him against her, and she doesn't know what to do. When his fingers find the skin under her tank top, it all comes back to her.

Pushing her tongue into his mouth, she groans and pushes back against him. grinding, stimulating him, and trying to let him feel how hot she is under her panties and shorts.

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Her skin is silky and warm. Her body, writhing against his, feels so good that he groans around her tongue. His tongue strokes against hers, chases it into her mouth. One hand sneaks under the waistband of her shorts, skims her panties until he reaches her slit. His fingers slip under the panties. He moans as he feels how wet she is. His thumb rubs her clit as two fingers sink into her, fucking her gently.

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A million thoughts race through her head at once when she feels his fingers. They feel so good, and just what she wanted, out of instinct her hips buck up against his hand, forcing them deeper. Even as she thrusts against him, her fingers reach down to grab his wrist and she breaks the kiss. Breathing fast, her body shaking against his she stares down at him.

Sweeping her hair back over her shoulder, she swallows hard. "Don't leave me, if I give you this, please don't forget me. . ." She knows men, she knows they have needs, and that once they have those needs met that they go else where. On top of him, open and vulnerable, her voice becomes even softer. "Or if you are going to, let me know now, that's all I ask. I won't be upset."

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His eyes fly open. "Do you think this is the only reason I want you?" His heart is breaking for her. "Salome," he whispers her name, "you mean far more to me than this." He stops his hand, though his fingers do not leave her. "You are so much more than this. This is only a part of who you are. If you think this is the way to hold me, do not worry. Your sweet smile, your gentle heart - these are the things I love about you. I do not just want this - I want all of you. Good or bad."

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It's hard to think of what else anyone would want from her besides this, especially since that's what she's been taught for years. She believes him though, with all her heart she does, in fact she believes him so much that she feels guilty for doubting him. Leaning down, she kissed him lightly as her fingers let go of his wrist and she undid her shorts so his hand has more space.

"Thank you, Hiro, I believe you," she whispers against his lips.

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Part of him can't do this. He feels like he'd be lying to her, but he knows at the same time that if he doesn't, she's going to feel like he's lying to her. His heart is thundering, his mouth dry, but he sinks in a third finger into her, stroking her. His thumb continues rubbing her clit. Now that it's not quite as confined, his fingers nearly slip out, then slide back in.

"Everything," he says softly. "Good and bad. Nothing you can say will drive me away, Salome."

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Breathing against his mouth, she keeps her mis-matched eyes open, watching him as she pushes herself down on his fingers. A shudder runs down her spine and she groans. Her pussy squeezes him as her moans grow louder, God he feels good, and she can't help by taking what she needs from his fingers. In the midst of his promise she grabbed him, kissing him passionately to stifle herself as she comes.

Soaking and clamping down on his fingers she tries hard to keep her body under control so no one who happened to glance over could tell.

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His mouth moves back onto hers swallowing her moans. His eyes gaze into hers and she can see the smile that takes over his face, even as his mouth still moves over hers. Then she can feel him buck against her thigh as he comes in his pants. He actually looks a bit surprised as he hadn't realized how close he was.

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As she feels him buck, she smiles into the kiss and very slowly pulls back to look down at them. Her whole body is flush, her eyes bright as she lets her fingers reach down to slid over the crotch of his pants. She can feel that he's damp, confirming what she suspected. Bowing her head, she places her lips back against his. "Mmm God, Hiro, that was really good, did you enjoy it?"

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"Yes," he moans gently. "Ii deshyo. An'ta wa uts'kushi. Totemo uts'kushi." He gets a wicked grin on his face as he brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans them of her juices. "Oishii."

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She groans watching him, her eyes half open as she takes him in. Leaning forward she kisses his fingers and his mouth, tasting herself on him. "What did you say?" She whispers between kisses, highly arouse at the sight of him licking her up.

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His brain is still trying to catch up. English isn't his first language so he usually has to think before he speaks. His eyes look a little blank as he recalls what he said. "Yes, it's good. You're beautiful, very beautiful." He deepens the kiss as his hands smooth over her silky skin.

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She grins in the kiss, her tongue pushing into his mouth as she rights herself on his chest. Reaching down she fixed her shorts as she laps at his tongue, exploring happily. Moaning weakly she finally pulls back and sighs. "I want to tell you something, Hiro."

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He looks up her with a little expectation, but no censure whatsoever. "Tell me," he says gently. His arms go around her waist as she sits on him.

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Laying her head down on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calming herself. "The reason why Jonba and I are so close, because, he's my son." Wincing, she closed her eyes tight and waited for him to freak out.

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A few lines get connected. "Your father...?" He nods a little. "This makes things easier for you. When you are 18, your father will have no say. You are his mother. No court would deny you, especially after this." He gently squeezes her a little. "Do you want him to go away?"

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She shakes her head quickly and her fingers wraps around the fabric of his shirt. "No, I don't want to lose him. I want to be in his life, I couldn't tell him that I am his mother."

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"No, no, I meant your father. Jonba belongs with you."

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Licking her lips she falls silent, and then glanced up at him. "What do you mean?"

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"He would not be the first person I had...made disappear." He says this very quietly, as he looks a bit around them to see if anyone is nearby. The screen provides some light and they're far enough from the trees that someone would have to be holding listening equipment to hear them.

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It takes her a moment to realize what he's talking about. Her tongue makes a slow pass over her bottom lip and she thinks about how easy it would be. If he just disappears, how much pain it would save her. Years of brain washing is hard to get rid of though, no matter how appealing the offer is.

Leaning down she presses her lips against his neck, kissing lightly, unwilling to admit how arousing the idea is. "What would you do to him?"

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"Bury him," is all he says, but it's full of conviction. He's already thinking of the best locations.

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"Why do you want to bury him? Because he smacks me around sometimes?" Her lips are right by his ear.

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"He is nothing better than a brute. Anyone who would beat his child and abuse her deserves no better. I would not insult any animal and say that he is one. Animals care for their children until they are ready to go out on their own. Your father does not deserve any consideration." His eyes are angry, cold. She hasn't seen any of his masks before and he's rapidly ducking behind one because his fury is ready to vent on the man. "The world would be better without such a...thing."

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Lifting her head she looks down at him studying his face and eyes carefully. He's cold, and he's angry, she's seen the look before, that look generally directed toward her. She can feel her palms begin to turn damp with sweat and she started to panic, trying to think of something to make this better. Leaning down, she kisses his mouth trying to distract him, and she whispers there. "It's okay, please, Hiro-kun don't be angry. Please do not be upset."